While getting out the tree decorations this year I found a note I wrote to myself: “I’m putting these decorations away on January 6, 2021, while rioters attack the U.S. Capitol. Where will we be when I unpack them?” The answer I suppose is in the midst of a barely bipartisan investigation and a lot of other woes.
The tree didn’t get decorated by our California family as hoped – colds (not Covid) felled three members, cancelling travel. In hindsight, maybe a good thing. Omicron increased its presence, an after Christmas snowfall left ice in its wake polished by a stiff north wind, and temperatures fell to a record 17° in the Pacific Northwest.
Our young friend, her parents, and her visiting university friend from England, salvaged Christmas Eve. The young people decorated the tree (revisiting a long-standing tradition from our young friend’s childhood), and it was interesting to hear the 20-somethings’ take on Covid, feeling lucky because they’d had two years of real college, and feeling sorry for younger students who began their studies on-line.
We missed the California crew, but, backsliding to FaceTime togetherness, opened Christmas presents in the morning and ate Christmas dinner with them. Which is far better than nothing.
Now it is January – and we head into our third pandemic year with mind-boggling crises around every corner – the Covid deaths that now seem unnecessary, the refusal to deal with climate change, and the threats to our democracy.
The other night we watched “Don’t Look Up!” – have you seen it? I laughed – laughed hard – the reactions to impending and certain doom so absurd. And then, of course, the truth of the whole thing hits – how precisely and accurately the movie skewers humankind’s reaction to important events like climate change – or Covid for that matter. The attempts by the heroes are familiar and heartbreaking – the responses chilling. It’s very good and very discouraging.
But it is a new year, and, as my painter friend said recently about the future: “you never know.”
So, here’s hoping for health, accomplishments in your chosen endeavors, and year-long sprinklings of unexpected joy (like revisiting images from the last 10 years – starting the sunbonnet of Lady B – who just turned 10 herself)!

I rarely reply but ALWAYS read and appreciate your posts and gentle wisdom. Your comments on Don’t Look Up are so true …. an important movie that might only be seen by the already true believers. Funny but ultimately discouraging because it is an accurate depiction of what we face. Best to you and family in 2022 and prayers for truth and justice and sanity to prevail!
Jo
At Jo thank you so much for writing! I’m glad you read – and it’s encouraging to hear that you do! Hugs!
And good morning Katy blog! I’m always happy to see one in my mailbox. I remember that sunbonnet painting. It’s been some kind of year, for sure. I haven’t seen the movie, and hesitate to do so, as watching anything on a screen these days is all about escape for me. So the jury is still out on whether or not I’ll ever actually watch it. But I do appreciate reading your take on it, and I thank you for continuing to write and paint. Joy and health and accomplishments to you too, and hopes that 2022 will be good to us all. xoxoxo
I get that about screens needing to be not grim. Not too reality based. But the humor in this I suppose redeems the experience, if not human behavior! Thanks!
and bakatcha babycakes! Cheers! David
On Tue, Jan 4, 2022 at 7:04 AM her spirits rose… wrote:
> Katy Gilmore posted: ” While getting out the tree decorations this > year I found a note I wrote to myself: “I’m putting these decorations away > on January 6, 2021, while rioters attack the U.S. Capitol. Where will we be > when I unpack them?” The answer I suppose is in the mid” >
Cheers David! Thanks!
Thank you for your wisdom! Sure wish I had left a note in my ornament box to reflect on. Packing up the last of Christmas, missing my roommates, and hoping 2022 makes visits with friends easier. Happy your family finally made it to Hawaii for your overdue vacation…miss you!
Now you make me wish I’d done it again this year – about the Christmas that didn’t seem Christmas really – about whether the heavy weight of Covid will have diminished. Thank you for writing – time for a catch up!